Rise From Within I (Mystical Provocation)-Astarte

No chosen path lies among their ways. Inner emptiness must be fed by destiny. Cut the fields of the heart And wander to the sacred ways Of rise and sorrow, To the wastelands of strange shadows To the forbidden roads that will bring The wisdom of light and darkness. Separate minds united by instinct, Hanging between life and death. I teach the language of the senses I am the dark crown, free to explore against thee I am the guardian of all hearts and souls Nature will never betray the rise of the sun! Velvet darkness knows our fears, It stares upon us and whispers in our ears, Unites the chasm of distance and loneliness As words of past bring the air of tomorrow.... tomorrow. ... I wake to sleep and learn where to go Forbidden roads raise my desire, Guided by the merciful wisdom. I am reborn to R**e my future. My eyes like a black mirror Read the waterside of liquid lust. I need enchantment wonder and fantasy To raise the origin... and evil trumpets. Now I can see the waning light Calls me, to enter the fearless domain. ... Everlasting spirits Chaotic options of extremes Radiates the sharpness of Mystical Provocation. The Last One of the Evil Prophets, The final servant of celestial feast.